Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry
During filming of an adaptation of Red Riding Hood, things get a little out of paw...or is that -in- paw, much to the Directors disgust...
Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
17th October, 2021
All Rights Reserved.
A young deer dressed in a blouse and skirt that was propped up at the rear by the flagging nub tail, skipped merrily down the forest path. On one arm was a covered basket. A brilliant scarlet hood and cloak contrasted brightly under the early spring sunlight that dappled through the overhead trees. As it danced, filled with the joy and merriment of life and the beautiful spring day, it suddenly froze and its eyes went wide.
Pale brown furred ears rotated forwards and backwards. It's black, velvety nose twitched as it inhaled. Without warning, the deer bleated as a large, powerful and heavy weight crashed onto it from behind.
Knocked head over tail, the basket flying and spilling breads, cheeses and a bottle of wine that shattered.
With a shriek, the deer squealed as it felt strong furred paws grip it by the hips and powerful fangs close down on its shoulders.
As the dust cleared, it revealed itself as a large male grey wolf, that'd pinned the deer to the ground then wrenched its hips up and back.
Within seconds, a firm length thrust under the tail and poked painfully, before it slammed home and the wolf grunted as he pulled the deer tightly back against himself.
“Urgh..." Come the gasp from the deer, paws splayed out and grasping at the forest loam.
“CUT!" Someone shouted.
Panting, the deer shuddered and the Wolf winced as he felt the knot quickly swell and tie deer to wolf.
“Oops..." Panted the wolf. “Hell, sorry Samuel..."
Beneath him, the fallow buck shuddered and blushed, his inner ears turning crimson as he felt Gerald's impressive length inside him and the ache from the mating tie.
“Not like..." Samuel gasped and shuddered. “It's the first...time."
“You can get off him now," Come the voice of the director, a fox who shook his head and felt his brush of a tail frizzle out. “This is the tenth take already! Time is money and...Gerald?"
“Kinda... stuck..." Gerald grunted and grinned lopsidedly. “Samuel moved at the wrong time and..."
Snickers and laughter erupted from the crew who stopped what they were doing. A few cheered and others stared at the deer and wolf.
“Get a room you two!" Someone from the camera crew laughed.
“Hey, not my fault!" Gerald whined, then Samuel gasped and shuddered. “Sorry Samuel...guess that's lunch then?"
“Oh how..." Samuel panted, as Gerald twitched and the firmness inside of him seemed to grow even more. “You could have been a bit more gentle!"
Gerald grinned and licked his lovers ear soothingly as he sighed and relaxed his tight grip on Samuel's hips.
“Pfft, please – we've made love enough times, I'm surprised you even felt me mount you!"
More laughter erupted from the cast as the Director snarled something unspeakable and stormed off towards the trailers.
“How long you two going to be?" Someone else jeered and the cast erupted in fresh hysterical laughter. “We want to get this scene done before nightfall!"
“Well, if you had a little more self control..." Samuel looked back over his shoulder at Gerald, who flattened his ears shamefully.
“What? Wasn't my fault you don't wear those lace panties I bought you last week...those sexy little..."
“Shush wolf, just..." Samuel shuddered and winced. “Get it done already!"
Gerald grinned and kissed his lover between the ears as he reached down and teasingly brushed his leathery paw pads against Samuel's firm length.
“Mmmm..." Gerald panted in Samuel's ear. “How about I get a sexy little doe off first..."
“No, don't you..." Samuel bleated as Gerald wrapped his fingers around the cervid's penis and began to gently masturbate him.
Samuel's tail began to flag against Gerald's belly – he couldn't help it. Each time Gerald slid his paws down, Samuel barked and gasped, which only added to the hilarity of the cast.
“Ten minutues!" One called.
“Nah, I say at least thee quarters of an hour..."
“Before who comes first? Samuel or...god damn it Samuel!"
Samuel bleated and bucked savagely in Gerald's grip, as he explosively reached orgasm, jetting the streams of fawn cream a good three feet from where he knelt on the forest floor.
“Mmm, there's a good little doe..." Gerald grinned and nibbled Samuel's left ear.
“Fuck..." One of the cast swore, handing the other one a twenty dollar bill.
“Told ya..." Snickered the human as he slipped the note into his pocket. “Easy bet..."
“Hey!" Gerald snorted. “Not fair, I want at least half that bet!"
“Not happening pup, now, you going to tie one off? Or tie one on!"
“Oh, har har...Samuel!" Gerald yelped, as Samuel grinned and pushed back hard against Gerald.
For fifteen minutes, Gerald bred Samuel like the doe he was, until at last Samuel gasped and threw his head back as Gerald growled and bit down lightly on Samuel's shoulder and his orgasm spurted deep within the effeminate looking buck beneath him.
“Urgh...feels so..." Samuel moaned helplessly.
“Shush little doe..." Gerald panted.
*
It took another five takes, before at last, the Director was happy and they wrapped for the day. Samuel was rump sore and exhausted – having to repeat the same dance, the same tune – he swore – he'd dream about it all night....
After the 'incident' as it came to be known amongst cast and crew, Samuel had showered and scrubbed himself from head to hoof and back again, before wardrobe bought out fresh costumes for him.
That evening, Samuel picked over the catering table, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
“Honeydew? Who in their right mind..."
Gerald loomed over Samuel, sliding his paws around the small buck, then plucked a handful of the honeydew up and shoved it into his muzzle, before he chewed and swallowed it.
“Yum."
“You have the manners of a swine!" Samuel shuddered. “Good thing you got the sexual prowess of a stag..."
“Don't insult me doe," Gerald snickered. “We wolves are superior in every way!"
Samuel blushed and giggled shyly. When it come to lovers, Gerald certainly had it where it counted...
“So, what brings a sweet little doe like you, to these big, dark woods? Its not safe little one..."
Samuel snorted and rolled his eyes, then giggled and turned about and slapped Gerald on the muscular chest before looking up into the golden eyes of his beloved wolf.
“Oh, you know, just out looking to get taken by the big bad wolf I hear he lives around here somewhere. So, pup, have you seen him?"
“Pup? Oh, you trying to be smart little one?"
Samuel snickered then placed his paws on Gerald's shoulders, before he jumped up and wrapped his effeminate legs around Gerald's hips and kissed him long and deeply.
“Hey you two!" Come a growl. “Go to your trailers if you want to carry on like that!"
“Maybe we should charge them as a pay per view event?" Gerald sniggered. “I can see it now, we'll be rich and..."
Samuel rolled his eyes and playfully touched noses with the wolf.
“You, me, shower, bed?" Samuel teased.
“You, me...squealing doe, shower then panting deer then..."
Samuel's eyes widened and his ears flattened as Gerald grinned lecherously and carried the stag effortlessly towards their trailer.
*
They wrapped the movie in twenty days time.
Thankfully, there were no future 'incidents' on set, but some mornings Samuel was quite sore and stiff, which lead to curious commentary and sniggers amongst the cast and crew.
END